Love & Letters

Earning the Afternoon Off

David rested his head against his headboard, while on the other side of the wall, his mother screamed out yet another orgasm. His cock was firmly held in his hands, as his mother screaming to be fucked harder and harder. In his mind it was him, David, she was screaming for. He could feel himself getting close, but wanted to delay that pleasure, until she was done.

He gripped the base of himself, and waited for the sensation to ebb.

"Oh, fuck. Yeah, right there, baby, right there. Keep that up and you're gonna make me cum agaaaaaaiiiiinnnnn!"

That did it, and his semen shot out, making a high arc, before landing in the towel he had laid out. He quickly started rubbing up and down his shaft, trying to prolong the pleasure as he pictured himself shooting off into his sexy mother. Her short blonde hair matted to her head with sweat, as her large tits swayed above him. He moaned louder, and hoped that they didn't hear him next door, as his own orgasm intensified.

By the time he was done cleaning up, he could hear his dad leaving. He was taking off on another one of his trips, leaving his mother, Marion, and him alone for a couple weeks. He was in the business of restoring businesses after a fire or some other natural disaster, and his company sent him to both evaluate the estimated costs, as well as supervise the restorations. Quite often it seemed like he was gone more than he was home.

"Oh, hunny, I didn't realize you were home," his mom told him as he dumped his towel in the laundry. She didn't miss what he'd dropped off, and gave a small grimace. "Heard, us huh?"

David wasn't in the least bit embarrassed. They were like best friends, and talked about almost anything. "Sorry, mom--" Not that he really was! "--It was kinda hard NOT to."

She grimaced again for a moment, and then shrugged it off. "Your dad will be gone for about a week this time, so it's just us till then."

"Yeah?" David knew he should keep his mouth shut, but he couldn't stop himself from asking the next question. "When is Peter coming over?"

This time her grimace turned into a fully-fledged scowl. "My BOSS is coming over tomorrow, so that we can discuss some insurance claims that look fraudulent."

We both knew that was a lie, and we both knew that we both knew, but mom did try to keep up some appearances.

His mom was a horny woman, and who could blame her? At forty-five she still looked like she was in her thirties, and she worked out regularly to keep her slim frame. The only thing that wasn't slim about her was her huge knockers, which David realized he was currently staring at.

"If you're done ogling me, dinner will be in a couple hours, and I could use your help." That was another great thing about his mom. She hated to order food, and they almost always had home-cooked meals.

David soon found himself peeling potatoes, while his mom worked on the rest of the food. He kept catching himself glancing at her as she worked; admiring how her hips swayed as she kneaded the hamburger, or the way her pants hugged her ass as she bent over the counter. Marion caught him looking a few times, but she just shook her head at her son's foolishness, and continued working.

After dinner, David had some reports to fill out online for his job, and so retired to his room for the night. He was an accountant for various firms, and made good money doing it. He chose to live at home to save on the cost of rent, and be close to his mother. It wasn't that David always thought about sex when it came to Marion. He truly loved her, and enjoyed helping her out whenever his dad was away on business. He just couldn't help himself when he heard her having sex, or when she dressed in a sexy fashion, as she was often wont to do.

He had just finished his last report, when he heard the shower start in the hallway. David had often wondered why the master bedroom didn't have its own bathroom, but he didn't complain, because the hallway bathroom had one more oddity, that worked to his favor; it didn't have a fan.